Something Scary

The wind waltzing through the forest of pines The wood a ballroom, the breeze a dancer Shivers sent down the children's fragile spines Their fear spreads like the deadliest cancer The miniscule group hiding in their tent Afraid of what might come tapping tonight The patience of the forest has been spent And now nightfall extinguishes all light Trees sway back and forth to an owl's clear beat A funnel is formed from leaves, twigs, and soil The spiral taunts a house composed of sheets But then the tornado starts to recoil Those in the tent run from the dark to home As they do the stars ahead shine like chrome

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